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What Lies Beneath
The First Test

1800 - Senior Officer's Quarters <Deck 18> [Gibraltar Station]

These quarters are spacious and comfortable, and of fairly good size. The main room is a rectangle with the door centered across from a bank of tall, straight windows. There is a work station to the left of the doors, with desk and display panels, a maroon swivel chair providing seating. A white sofa, large enough for three, is placed under the windows slightly to the right, facing the door. A small fern sits upon the window ledge, its twin resting upon a smoked glass coffee table in front of the sofa. Twin chairs of the same plush style as the sofa complete the seating arrangement. There is a replicator and table ringed with four chairs to the right, opposite the desk. Left is a door leading to the bedroom. The bed is large enough for two, with maroon comforter and gray pillows. There is a closet and cupboards for the occupant's belongings, and a bathroom that boasts not only a shower but a full tub as well. The carpeting throughout the quarters is cyan trimmed with light gray that matches the wall paneling. Soft lighting comes from panels in the ceiling, and there are twin vertical alert tracers on either side of the door.

Winifred Brooks

T'Lyt is sitting, in her standard uniform, on her couch. Her black and white cat, Brighteyes, is laying in her lap purring loudly at being scritched behind the ear. "Winifred," T'Lyt begins. "Do you feel capable of discussing your engagement to my brother and the tests through which I, as tradition demands, must put you to determine your suitability as his mate?"

Brooks steps in to the room and nods to the question put to her, making her way over toward the seating area. "I think I could do that. It's something Solvek and I have discussed recently, so it's fresh on the brain."

"First, I should inform you ... if you choose to not go through with this, or if Solvek choose to not do so... and you and he wed, he will be no longer a member of the S'Tavhiar family. I must make this clear to you -- if you fail the tests, you will be asked to not marry him until you can satisfy me that you are worthy."

Brooks nods in reply as she seats herself in a chair. "I understand. Marriage is for the family and community as much as the individuals. I'm continuing that family line. I get that." She smiles wryly. "As I very much want to marry your brother, and I don't think he'd be happy to be thrown out of his family, I'll just have to make sure I measure up, won't I?"

T'Lyt nods her head. "Your willingness to 'put up with' vulcan tradition is a mark in your favor. I would test your intelligence, next -- but I have already, previoisly, concluded that you are very intelligent and well able to use that intelligence in quite suitable manner," she comments, now stroking her fingers along her cat's back. "All that remains is the difficult portion of the testing -- to test your suitability as a partner to my brother and mother of his children."

Brooks nods again. "How exactly do you do that? I mean... my genetic profile's on record..."

"Genetics will not be a factor in my testing. The principle of Infinite Diversity precludes it, in any event. However, your ability to care for my brother, the home you will share for him, and for the children you and he may some day bring into the family must be proven. To begin with, I would ask you to have a full physical screening, excluding genetic profiling, by the physician of your choice as well as by a physician of my choice -- to prove your general health and wellness."

Brooks nods to this. "Alright. That's easy enough to do. Would Doctor Omtala do, or would you prefer another?"

T'Lyt nods. "I will have you screened, also, by a civilian doctor on the station. I shall make the appointment for you during whatever off-duty hours you feel are most appropriate for you. You will bring Doctor Omtala's screening report to me and I shall have the civilian doctor send his or her report directly to me," she says. "Once this is done, we shall proceed to the next part of the testing."

Brooks nods firmly. "Alright. I'll do that... as soon as possible. If I may ask... what's the next part of the testing?"

"I will inform you of this when it begins", T'Lyt says. "It would be illogical to tell you, in advance, what I expect of you -- else you will be unrealistically prepared for the next portion of the test. This is not a class or a training seminar. I am testing you, who you are, to ensure that you are a suitable wife and mate for my brother." She continues to pet at her cat, who is laying with eyes closed and a soft, but audible, purring.

Brooks nods to this with a somewhat rueful grin. "I admit to curiousity, but that makes sense." She sits back a little. "I know Solvek's a little worried about this whole... testing thing. But I think maybe he just doesn't like the chance things could go wrong." She shrugs.

"This testing is a woman's duty, not a man's -- and the men always worry of it", T'Lyt admits. "In a role as a possible sister-to-be, I will tell you this -- even if you should fail the testing, you should not give up, nor should you let him leave the family in order to marry you. Determination, insistence, and the courage to stand up and declare your feelings for the man mean more to you than a perhaps very public humiliation weigh heavily in one's determination of suitability of a mate. If you let a simple failure deter you and take you from his side, you have proven your unsuitability. Let nothing stand between you and him."

Brooks looks at T'Lyt without blinking. "I want nothing more than to marry your brother, and raise a family with him. Nothing will get in the way of that. I know a thing or two about being stubborn."

T'Lyt merely nods. "Then, with my requesting that you have a health screening by your physician as well as one of my choosing, your testing has begun. Come to me the day after you have been screened by both doctors", she says.

Brooks nods. "Right. Well. Is there anything else?" She looks like she might go make that appointment with Omtala right now.

"Nothing at this time", T'Lyt says. "Come to see me one day after you have had both screenings completed."

Brooks nods. "I'll go, then." She pauses. "I... want to thank you. For allowing me to do all of this, and considering I might prove worthy in the first place."

"Please note", T'Lyt adds. "That you are human would, normally, be a strike against you. However, that you are human may help to 'balance' my brother's two disparate heritages. You may well be a strength to him ... or you may be a weakness to him. I have yet to determine this -- so I will tell you that your humanity is not a detriment... it is, yet, an unknown."

Brooks smiles, just a bit. "We'll have to see, I guess." She stands and turns to leave.

"Lieutenant Brooks, before you go", T'Lyt says... her use of rank makes it more formal and less 'marriage' oriented.

Brooks turns back to T'Lyt. "Yes, sir?"

"I have yet to see a reply from your department regarding my request to have you assigned as the leader of Project Origen. Might you have information in this regard?"

Brooks frowns a bit to this. "I received the message, however, Lieutenant Alexandria's been off-station and Lieutenant M'train didn't want to move ahead without her permission. I'm certainly willing to help, and it's important... I'll remind her about it, sir."

T'Lyt nods. "Thank you, Lieutenant", she says.

Brooks nods once more and leaves... assuming she doesn't get called back again.

T'Lyt remains quiet, petting at her cat.

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